I had a friend whose name was Sam, but I don't remember him.
His hair was red and his feet were blue, but I can't remember them.
He had a dog whose name was Chunk, though I don't recall no pet.
An' a yeller cat with two teeth gone, that I somehow just forget..
He had a frog and a whistle-pig, but I forgot that olden time.
I'd write a poem about ol' Sam, but I've forgotten how to rhyme.
His middle name was Bolivar-D, but I've lost that too somehow.
His blonde girlfriend had real blue eyes, that I can't remember now.
His birthingday was August first, but I've forgotten that.
Try as I might, I can't recall the color of his blue hat.
Once he had a large polecat,... but that escapes me now.
And I can't remember where he lived at 114 South brow.
I know his Mom had A pretty name, but I can't recall Nannette.
And his daddy's car was a model-A, but I always forget.
His favorite color was faded pink, but that's all done forgot.
And I can't remember his 12-gauge, with double-ought buckshot.
So many things back in my past I can't remember now
An' everytime I think of them, it wrinkles up my brow.
2 years, 4 months, and a day ago, some really wise ol' sage,
called John, whose name just slips my mind, said this was known as age.
copyright 2006, Robert E. Dalton